Page 84 of Tesio
Chapter Forty-Two
Iknew Jamie reallydidn’t want me to go to meet with the Don, but she just didn’t get how things worked in the‘famiglia’. It was about showing strength, and courage, and risking death. I didn’t want to die, I mean, people rarely do, but I needed to settle things, or we’d be forever on the run.
Every moment that we were in the limbo pattern we’d been in for two days, we were risking others. I didn’t want any members of Phoenix MC to pay for my fuckups, any more than I wanted Jamie to suffer. Now the fact that I never got off last night meant she was due some fucking payback, but I’d prefer us both to be alive for that. I’m a kinky fucker at times, but there was a line, right?
“I don’t like this,” she whispered to me, as we sat in a van, just down the road from some classless fucking strip club.
“I know, little pain, you’re like a stuck record.” Anyone else would probably be hurt by a response like that, but we mostly lived to piss each other off, so I didn’t see any reason to stop that now.
“The second you try to get anywhere near him, someone will put a bullet in your damn head.”
The fact that we had ended up in another town over an hour away for this, was just part of the problem. We were closer to the Wiltshire club compound, than our own, but apparently this club was a safe neutral zone, and the Don was meeting with a rival family.
See, I used to be in the loop on some of this shit, and now I had no idea who they were meeting, or why this armpit was the place of choice.
“Can you two shut it, so I can hear the updates,” Ice hissed at me. We were sitting in the back of a van we’d tricked out like a fucking stalkermobile, and trust me, if I survived, I was replicating this for Micro’s chapter. Ha, listen to me making plans like I’m expecting survival AND getting to stay with the club. Either one was unlikely, but getting both was fucking impossible.
“This must be the guy who booked out our club, bruv. Looks like some kind of mafia prick to me.”
“Jesus fuck, mafia guys? That’s just what we need. Why’d we let them use our fucking place?”
We both ignored the annoying London bastards, who seemed to be bitching and moaning, like they expected someone to give a crap about their petty problems.
“Who are these guys?” Jamie asked, leaning closer to look at the monitor, which showed two bearded bastards who looked like twins.
“They’re the big power in this region, so we figured a place of theirs would have the adequate security, especially since they’re getting something out of it too.”
“What they should be getting out of it is a fucking décor update. What is this place? It looks like the fucking seventies want it back.”
“The Don’s inside,”someone rattled in my ear. For the record, I had an earpiece, but under no circumstances was I allowed to speak up on the channel, because, oh yeah, I was persona non grata.
“Who’s he meeting?”
Ice groaned, and turned to glare at me, flipping a middle finger at me.
“I swear you used to understand what shut the fuck up meant.”
“Come on, man. The Don’s safety is all of our concern. What if you all get taken down, and I’m his last best hope?”
He laughed, picking up a crumpled paper cup and bouncing it off my forehead.
“Yeah, if that happens, everyone’s fucking doomed.”
“I can handle myself.”
He watched as I dug out my trusty gold Desert Eagle, and dropped his head back, making a teenage-esque groan.
“Tell me you’re not gonna fondle that thing in front of me again. I’m still in therapy from last time.”
“Grease! You brought a gun?”
Ha! So cute that my lady thought I wasn’t gonna be packing for this one.
“Yeah, baby, I brought a gun. You gonna arrest me?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Zip it, for fuck’s sake!” We continued glaring and yet grinning at each other.
